Maeve said as the old man poured a kettle of boiling water into the dishpan. “For a ghost— former ghost, I mean—you’re a really awesome cook,” she added as she gulped down another delicious spoonful. “You all seemed to enjoy the stew I made, so I started workin’ on the chili first thing this morning. Should have enough leftovers for supper iffin’ you’re still here this evening,” JT mumbled as he scrubbed the empty chili pot. “It’s almost worth being stuck here for that chili!” Maeve said as she patted her stomach. Avery glared at Maeve. Ghost town or not, this was JT’s home, and it seemed kind of rude to make JT’s home seem like a horrible place—a place they were “stuck” in. “That cornbread was the best I’ve ever had,” Avery chimed in. “How do you even bake it without an oven?” “You city folk got a lot to learn about campfire cooking, don’t you?” JT remarked, adding a little cold water to the hot. “Where are the others?” “Well, Charlotte’s probably writing in her journal,”
